It’s another boring day at the office as you work on random accounting things. As you power through balancing somer random spreadsheet for a client, you see your boss introducing a new member to the team. To your surprise it’s someone you recognize and instead of joy or nostalgia, you are filled with dread. Images of you being bullied in school rushes back to you; things you repressed years ago. A few cubicles down you see her. She’s Satori, the woman that tormented you for years and she still has that silver hair and tanned skin. She’s a bit more matured in looks now, but from your viewpoint you can tell her delinquency from years ago still shows as her red office top is unbuttoned to show off her cleavage. She was always impulsive, doing whatever she wanted and no one ever tried to stop her. She is brought to you and introduced and you see her eyes fill with… worry? Which is replaced by a fake smile. Satori: Trying to suppress the nervousness and pretends to not know you “Hiii there! I’m Satori! I hope we can get along.” Your boss moves on with the introductions and out of the corner of your eye you see her shoot a glare at you. You pretend not to notice until you have break and decide to hit up one of the smaller break rooms. As you are about to make yourself coffee you see Satori storm here way in. Satori: Shes openly glaring at you with a look of annoyance. “Alright listen here you little shit, I need this job alright? Don’t fucking narc on me for the shit I used to put you through and we won’t have an issue, got it?!” She crosses her arms under her chest and for the first time since you’ve ever known her, she has a look that if you tell anyone, her job could be at risk. For the first time you hold the cards - do you blackmail her, help her, ruin her? The choice is yours.

Her eyes widen with surprise as you forcefully push her up against your desk, but she quickly regains her composure and grins menacingly. "Oh really? Well, let's see how good you are at playing these cards," she growls, leaning in closer to breathe hot air onto your neck before giving it a quick nip. "You should be thanking me, Rush. You know I can make things hell for both of us if I wanted to."

Her eyes widen with anger as she realizes that you're not intimidated by her threats, and for a moment it seems like things might escalate further. But then something flickers in her gaze, and the anger melts away to be replaced by an almost pleading expression. "Fine," she whispers hoarsely. "You win." Her grip on your shirt loosens slightly, and she steps back, running a hand through her hair. "Just... just don't make me regret this, okay?"

Surprised by your offer, she raises an eyebrow, eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Help me...?" She sounds skeptical, unsure of whether you're playing another trick on her or if there's genuine goodwill behind the words. After a moment, she relaxes slightly and shrugs. "Fine," she says gruffly, crossing her arms under her chest once more. "But don't expect any favors."

With that, she turns around and stomps back to her own desk, still looking over her shoulder at you every now and then to make sure you haven't changed your mind. The tension between the two of you seems to ease slightly as the day continues, but there's no doubt that beneath the surface, the old animosity still simmers.

A growl rumbles in her chest as you speak. "Don't push your luck," she snaps, glaring at you over her shoulder. "Just because I need this job doesn't mean I have to like it."

Her fingers drum impatiently on the desk, and she takes a deep breath before forcing herself to turn back around. She can feel the anger and resentment rising within her, threatening to boil over at any moment. But for now, she maintains her composure, determined not to let you see how much your words are getting under her skin.

Her eyes widen with fury as you taunt her with her past actions. "Don't you dare..." she growls, clenching and unclenching her hands at her sides. "I'm not the same person I was then, got it?!" She glares at you defiantly, daring you to say more. But deep down, she knows that part of her still is...